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At this tense moment, a low laugh broke the silence in the yard.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"You old woman with a fake face...bullying a weak woman is too much."

The moonlight poured down like silver.

In this pale light, a figure had stood in the center of the yard at some point.

He was wearing a jet-black suit and had a playful smile on his face. It was Jonathan.

Meng Po turned around slowly, her paper-pale face looked particularly terrifying in the moonlight.

When she saw who was coming, a hint of extreme viciousness flashed in her eyes.

On the ground, cracks left by the fatal blow could still be seen on the ferocious dragon skull, and the dried dragon blood was glowing with a strange luster under the moonlight.

"Do you...know who you killed...?"

Meng Po's voice was like the friction of ice chips, and it was bone-chillingly cold.

Her face, disguised as a girl, was distorted with anger, and her eyes were bloodshot.

"The guardian elder of Kunlun Mountain and one of the Jade Emperor's twelve personal envoys."

"You...damn it!"

Hearing this, Jonathan yawned.

"It sounds awesome...but what's the problem?"

"You made me sound so awesome, but now I'm still just a lonely maggot?"

Jonathan raised his head, a flash of red in his eyes.

“You can experience it too…”

Hearing this, Meng Po’s rage completely erupted.

She clasped her hands together, and a cold light flashed from her fingertips.

In an instant, countless ice blades broke through the air, each flashing a deadly cold light.

These ice blades are not like ordinary objects, but are condensed from the cold air of the Nine Netherworld. Even the air is frozen wherever they pass, leaving behind traces of frost that are visible to the naked eye.

Jonathan, however, was quicker.

His figure turned into a black lightning in the moonlight, shuttling between the ice blades at incredible speed.

The ice blade brushed past him, but did not even touch the corner of his clothes.

"Nice throw."

Jonathan's voice was nonchalant.

"But the elderly still need to pay attention to maintenance, as such strenuous exercise can easily cause back strain."

The sarcastic words made Meng Po even angrier.

Hideous lines appeared on her pale face, like a mask about to be torn apart.

"It seems that my method was too gentle..."

Her voice was hoarse and cold.

"Then I will cut you into pieces with my own hands and bury you with the black dragon."

She raised her bare hands, and a strange rune appeared in her palm. The rune emitted a faint blue light, making her face even more terrifying.

As she moved, the temperature of the entire yard dropped sharply, and the moisture in the air condensed into ice crystals at a speed visible to the naked eye, like countless tiny sharp blades suspended in the air.

"Jackdaw."

With this loud shout, a terrible cold current burst out from her body.

This is not ordinary cold air, but a deadly cold current condensed from the Nine Netherworld latitude.

Wherever the cold current passed, everything was frozen. A thick layer of ice instantly formed on the ground, dense icicles covered the walls, and even the dust in the air turned into tiny ice crystals.

What’s even more terrifying is that this cold air seems to be able to freeze life itself.

A few unfortunate moths that flew by were instantly turned into ice sculptures and then shattered into powder.

The weeds on the ground withered instantly and turned into fragile ice crystals.

The entire yard seemed to have turned into a cold ice prison, and the breath of death filled the air.

However, faced with this sci-fi scene, Jonathan did not back down, but instead showed a playful smile.

The next second, strange black matter began to emerge from his body, wriggling like a living thing.

The black substance seemed to have life and gradually covered his entire body. The radiation was wriggling like running water and now it was attached to his body like an arm.

"I just killed a maggot, my blood is still hot..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Meng Po, and his fist covered with symbiote fluid hit her face with terrifying force.

Meng Po hastily put up an ice shield, but the ice shield was shattered by the terrifying force the moment it came into contact.

Amid the flying ice, Meng Po flew backwards, her body drawing a sad arc in the cold night like a kite with a broken string.

The hard icicles were hit by her body, making a deafening cracking sound, and the crystal ice chips flashed a dazzling cold light in the moonlight.

One, two, three...

Seven icicles made of thousand-year-old ice were smashed into pieces by her before she managed to stop the terrifying impact.

Her black robe rustled in the cold wind, and she could hear the horrible sound of bones breaking in her chest.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from her pale lips, emitting an eerie luster under the moonlight.

As soon as those bloody red blood beads left the body, they were instantly solidified by the terrifying low temperature around them, turning into scarlet ice beads that fell on the bluestone ground with a clinking sound.

She raised her hand, which had recovered its dryness like a bird's claw, tremblingly and slowly wiped away the bloodstains at the corners of her mouth.

In those deep eye sockets, the dark green pupils burned with an uncontrollable fire of hatred that was about to burst out.

A hollow voice escaped from her throat.

"Evil creature, I will make you wish you were dead, but you can't live!"

As her words fell, countless ice blades condensed around Meng Po, each one was crystal clear and emitting cold light.

They circled and danced around Meng Po, making teeth-grinding screams.

The next second, a terrifying aura burst out from her body.

Her skin began to become transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, peeling off like melted wax.

The white bones gradually appeared, and each bone was flashing with a strange blue light, as if an ancient ghost fire was sealed in it.

Dense ghostly words flowed on the surface of the bones, and the skeleton began to twist and deform. The ribs stretched outward and turned into sharp bone blades, and the spine lengthened and turned into a hideous tailbone.

The eerie spikes protruding from the skull look like a crown woven of death.

This is the secret form of the "Immortal Bone" of the Kunlun "Zang" generation, which has an extremely cold nature and an extreme self-healing effect.

And those ice blades that originally surrounded her have now perfectly merged with her bones, forming a terrifying armor of ice and bones.

Meng Po raised her hand, and her bony fingers had turned into sharp bone blades.

Her jaw opened and closed silently, emitting a low moan that was enough to freeze one's heart.

"Mass grave..."

As the three words were uttered, the ground in the entire courtyard began to shake violently.

A creepy crackling sound came from under the bluestone slabs, as if countless dry bones were wriggling underground.

The soil began to churn, and white bone claws broke out from the ground, scratching the ground and leaving deep marks.

Those were the souls from the underworld, awakened by the power of Meng Po.

They crawled out from the ground with a gloomy deathly aura, and their white bones glowed palely in the moonlight.

Each skeleton was surrounded by ghostly blue ghost lights, and strange phosphorescent lights were flickering in the eye sockets.

"Let me see if the flesh under your skin is as strong as your mouth!"

Meng Po's voice was like a sigh from the depths of hell. The bone blades around her body began to spin at high speed, making sharp whistles, as if tens of millions of evil spirits were howling at the same time.

Jonathan still maintained that playful smile. He moved his neck, making crisp joint sounds:

"interesting......"

Before he finished speaking, his body had already begun to undergo changes.

The black fluid suddenly exploded and turned into countless sharp spikes and tentacles, emitting a cold metallic light under the moonlight.

"But, old woman..."

"Did you forget something?"

He slowly raised his hand and pointed to his chest.

"This black outfit of mine is not a cheap suit with decorations..."

The next moment, his figure suddenly exploded on the spot, turning into countless black streams of light, like a violent black storm sweeping across the entire courtyard.

The skeletons that crawled out from the ground were dissolved the moment they touched the black substance, turning into a pool of white mucus, without even having time to wail.